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RECITATIVE.
I've got a Cold, indeed I'm very hoarse,
I fear with singing, Sir—to make it worse.
Yet still I'll strive, nay work like any Negro,
From slow Adagio, up to quick Allegro,
Then change from Forte to the soft Piano;
That I will be,
Si Signor Si,
Indeed a Bon Compagno.
Come, my dear Daughter, come, Miss Nicolina,
I must compose a new Burletta Grinna,
And with my Fingers play the Symphonina.
I fear with singing, Sir—to make it worse.
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From slow Adagio, up to quick Allegro,
Then change from Forte to the soft Piano;
That I will be,
Si Signor Si,
Indeed a Bon Compagno.
Come, my dear Daughter, come, Miss Nicolina,
I must compose a new Burletta Grinna,
And with my Fingers play the Symphonina.
'Tis Dinner-time, I find, my dear Signora;
Go fetch some Steaks, Va—fetch some Steaks, Encora;
While I make Unison of these Stoccato's,
Boil me some Broth, and roast some nice Potatos.
Go fetch some Steaks, Va—fetch some Steaks, Encora;
While I make Unison of these Stoccato's,
Boil me some Broth, and roast some nice Potatos.
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